As I approached the dressing rooms I could hear Della's voice calling out to Suzie about how she preferred the long black gown to the shorter red one. As I walked closer to the dressing room I figured I might as well try something on myself. I grabbed a man's thong off a shelf and let myself into the dressing room next to Della's. Stripping off my clothes I pulled the thong up over my legs, taking my hardening cock into my hand to position it inside of the material, adjusting it so that it rested straight against my stomach. A drop of precum soaking through the material.
Peeking out of my dressing room I saw that neither of the two customers in the store were looking my way. I then very quickly slipped out of my dressing room, turned the handle on Della's dressing room, and let myself in. She had her back to the door as she was pulling her gown off over her head. She must have thought I was Suzie because she asked "Suzie, would you unsnag my hair from the material in the back?" Without making a sound I did as asked. I then slipped my hands around to her front, cupping both of her incredible tits in my hands, my fingers automatically closing down over her rapidly hardening nipples. Della's hands started to come up to cover my hands, her eyes still closed, as she continued "hey, wait until your store is closed and we are at your house......" By that time she had turned her head enough to realize that I was NOT Suzie, and a short scream began to race up her throat but she caught it before it came out of her mouth. Not that it could have because I had already taken ahold of her head and pulled her face to mine. Our lips smashing together in intense passion, our tongues battling, my tongue imitating what my cock wanted to be doing to her pussy. Once the shock was over my hands released her head and slid back down to her breasts. Likewise her hands slipped down my body to my hips, pulling me tighter against her body, and then her right hand slipped over until it was clawing at my even-harder-yet cock. Pulling at the material of the thong.
Della stumbled backwards, her legs catching on the bench that was in the room, and falling backwards onto the bench, her back pressed half-reclining against the wall. I instinctively dropped to my knees between her spread legs, my hands lifting her breast up so I could take her nipples between my lips, pulling on them as if I were starved. Which, in essence, we both were. It had been way too long. Della slid down even further on the bench, and then I recognized it. It was the bench (Suzie had a more erotic name for it) that she had bought and had delivered to her house just before my last visit to her house. I hadn't had an opportunity to use it then, but planned on doing so now.
As Della slumped down on the couch her breasts pulled away from my face. Since her legs were slipping apart I had a clear view of her pussy. An even clearer view since she appeared to be very freshly shaven. Imagining how that happened, and who helped her do it, served to fire me up even more. With no preliminaries, at all, I instantly buried my face between Della's thighs, my mouth covering her pussy lips, my tongue parting them, following upstream the flow of juices coming out of her pussy until she shuddered, and her hands grabbed the back of my head as the tip of my tongue found her clit. Taking it between my lips and gently between my teeth I sucked on it as if it were a miniature cock. My hands on her hips holding her pussy even tighter against my face. Without even thinking about it I found myself humming, causing a vibration against her clit. Della was lifting her hips up right off of the couch, trying to press my mouth even tighter into her heaven, trying to get my tongue to fuck her even deeper. Grinding her pussy against my face.
